Her mind began to grow muddled.
Just then, the bedroom door was flung open.
The person she was familiar with, the one she had always loved, suddenly appeared at the door, his gaze icy as he looked at her sitting on the floor.
An Xiaomian thought the timing was incredibly coincidental.
She gave a self-deprecating smile and did not look at him again, shifting her gaze away.
Shangguan Xiu still paid her no attention; he cast a cold glance at her and then headed straight for the walk-in closet, exuding a chilling aura.
An Xiaomian's stomach pain had subsided, but her body was growing weaker by the moment, and her heart ached from his indifference.
Because she loved him too much, in the end, she couldn't help but turn her head towards the walk-in closet and call out with effort, "Shangguan Xiu, have you never loved me at all?"
Upon hearing her voice, there had been some sounds of dressing from the closet, but as soon as she spoke, the sounds ceased abruptly.
